Chapter 1215 (2/2)
Relying on the power of the second valve, the black haired wizard didn't die on the spot because his heart stopped beating (because his heart was gone), but even so
Well -!!!!
The trembling Lorraine clenched his teeth and forced his calm expression to be almost distorted.
It hurts... It hurts!
Even if you rely on the power of emptiness to maintain the normal operation of the body, it is still not enough to ignore the lost heart.
In the final analysis, Loren, whose soul and matter are completely integrated, is not the ”creation” of the rules of the world; Therefore, he can ignore the law, directly use the Holy Grail on his body and forcibly open the third valve; But that doesn't mean he doesn't have to pay.
The most direct point - for evil gods such as the black cross or Asriel, if their bodies are damaged, even if they are torn into a pool of invisible flesh and blood, they can't hurt their roots at all.
But if Loren is beheaded and ”resurrected” in various ways before losing consciousness, he will die!
Take a breath of air-conditioning, and Loren, who nearly lost consciousness, immediately regained his mind.
But the change in this moment can not escape the eyes of the black cross.
”Dragging the dying body, do you want to do this meaningless struggle?” serliol, shrouded in black fog, could not see his expression clearly:
”What a pity, Loren Turin!”
”Even if you open the third valve by suicide, how do you plan to defeat me now, and what can you change?”
”You can't say that round!”
The spear ”dragon teeth” broke through the air and stabbed directly at the face door of the black cross.
The sneering serlior raised his right hand and waved it fiercely.
In an instant, the gun was torn apart; The remaining tip of the secret silver gun was also wrapped in endless black fog and disappeared without a trace.
Loren pulled up the corners of his mouth in pain.
”Dang.”
In the black fog, there was a sound of the tip of the gun falling to the ground.
At the same time, the black cross suddenly turned pale - he felt the nine pointed star magic array that suddenly opened in the black fog.
Magic spell, dumb dream.
Like dew and water vapor in the morning, the black fog covering the gun tip dissipates at a speed visible to the naked eye, and takes the magic array as the center to continuously expel the surrounding void force from the material world.
”Dang --!”
At the same moment when the spark burst, the figure of the black haired wizard had rushed to serlior within three steps, and the ”dawn” sword was stopped by a solid black fog on his head.
”You...”
”Surprised?” robbed Lauren from the corner of his mouth. ”It's nothing to be surprised. I'm a wizard; there's nothing I can't do.”
”So I carved a magic array of silent dream on the tip of the dragon's tooth. It will be excited as long as it is touched - it is unrealistic to expel you, but it is absolutely enough to create opportunities.”
Looking at the magic array that keeps expelling his void power from afar, serlior's expression is ferocious.
His right index finger stood up and pointed sharply to the ground.
”Boom --!”
When the thunder burst, the last ruins of gloven Cathedral were shattered in the purple electric light.
The electricity dissipated.
The dying Silver Dragon lies in the ruins full of blood.
It is difficult to see the extreme black cross in his expression, and he looks at the black haired wizard with his mouth tilted.
Over the ruins, there is a cracked, translucent wall... Blocking the thunder from the sky.
The spell is as strong as ice.
Bang!
The ice broke.
At that moment, the two who reached a ”tacit understanding” started at the same time, and the black fog and the sword blade attacked each other.
The short distance of three steps is the distance of life and death.
For seryol, this means that even if he regains strength, he has to fight close combat, which he is not good at; The black haired wizard who occupies a certain advantage also risks being killed at any time.
Opening the third valve just won the chance of a fair war. The strength gap between the two sides is still rolling!
The battle between the two sides continued, and the magic array of the dumb dream was torn to pieces by the surging black fog before it had time to expel the power of the void; The tip of the blasted ”dragon tooth” gun fell firmly in the palm of Loren's hand.
Then he snapped his fingers.
Spell, Turin fire.
”Boom --!”
The golden red flame dispersed the black fog. The black cross, whose face was as heavy as water, raised his eyes, stared at the ”dawn” sword rolled up the flame and attacked him, and raised his right hand.
”Dang!”
At the moment when the black cross was about to be divided into two, the burning blade was held by the withered palm!
The flame dissipated, and the strength combined with the air wave caused by the impact tore the black cross hood to pieces, revealing the ferocious and terrible expression.
The black haired wizard whose sword blade was gripped looked extremely dignified.
”Yes, Loren Turin... You bet everything, opened this third valve and gained the strength to confront me.” serlio's voice was dumb:
”But you obviously don't understand what it means to open the third valve... The power to control everything.”
”Power, wisdom, body, soul... The third valve is not what you can imagine with your superficial and extreme thinking!”
Clang——
The crisp notes play, and the ”dawn” of the Mithril sword, which has been inherited for hundreds of years, is in the withered and rotten hands
Break it in two!
Unbelievable Loren's eyes widened, and his consciousness fell into a short blank.
Broken
The big sword ”dawn” was unexpectedly
”Loren Turin!”
A familiar cry sounded in my ears.
At that moment, the one armed Knight who rushed up from the ruins knocked Loren away, and the long sword swept away and drove the black fog back.
”This is not a good time for you to be surprised!”
The knight looked at the stunned black haired wizard with his face full of angry vows. The broken ”bright star” long sword continued to move the incoming black fog, left and right clumsy.
The silver dragon Enzo, who collapsed in a pool of blood, also got up feebly at this time, roared and spit out the Dragon flame, and reluctantly blocked the black fog from all directions.
Clutching the ”dawn” broken in two, Loren, who was in great pain, stood up again and looked at serliol.
The ferocious black cross is looking at all of them with an anger mixed with complex emotions:
”A stranger who doesn't belong to this world, a beast that lingers...” he whispered coldly:
”Plus a holy cross dog... Good, good, you lonely ghosts who dare to resist me finally get together. I'll find you one by one and crush you.”
”At the end of the world, let me give you rebels the highest courtesy and honor, and witness it with my own eyes...”
”My... Dream world!”